Desc: BDSM Story: Chapter 1: The Capture - This story takes place in another world. Kyna-a warrior and a spy-gets captured by the enemy military and is subjected to various experiments, interrogation, and just plain sexual torture. That's not all that's in store for her: She will soon learn more about her enemy's culture than she would care to know.
Some of this is story driven, so some chapters will have more sexual content than others.

Kyna smiled mischievously to herself. Another spy mission about to be completed; the Kunat army will surely win the next battle with this important strategic information she collected from the Urodat base-camp.

She had been studying the place for months, and had already brought back much useful information from creeping in and out, under the cover of the night. She knew all the poorly-lit areas and places nobody patrolled.

The meeting had adjourned in the war tent that she had positioned herself nearby. The men began to shuffle their way back to their posts and she used this activity to silently retreat. She was about to turn to exit from the camp and saw a man coming her way, seemingly on a mission to relieve himself in her dark corner.

Shit, she thought to herself. How could she move without being noticed? He was merely a few feet from discovering her if he continued on his current path. Her mind racing, she grabbed a small rock and threw it farther into the shadows.

For a moment he looked to the side, but immediately turned his gaze in her direction.

SHIT. Still attempting stealth, she began running through the shadows.

"Spy!" She heard him call out to the other soldiers, then the feet of many men rushing on her position.

Full adrenaline kicked in and she bolted, faster than she knew she could, away from the camp and into the blackness of the night woods. Almost releasing a breath of relief, she began to think she might have lost them. The Kunat can see much better in the dark than the Urodat, so she had the advantage.

"Spread out!" She heard the General command. "That spy must not get away!"

Quickly she climbed into the trees. Making her way to about midway up the giant redwoods, and with acrobatic expertise, began to swiftly maneuver through the forest.

She could feel them sweeping in behind her with bright torches, but she kept significantly ahead of the pack. She soon realized they were moving strategically to flush her out of the deep woods and into the plains, but she dare not stop or try to move between them.

As they closed in and she neared the edge of the forest, she considered climbing higher, but the branches would not likely hold, and that sort of movement would surely attract attention.

Then she tripped: a stray foot missed a branch and she stumbled downward. She managed to grab a hold of a few branches on the way, each one breaking her fall but not stopping it, and only making her position more obvious.

"There it is!" She was almost blinded by the torchlight but had landed on her feet, so she took off, into the open grassland. She might still be able to outrun them.

Something hit her legs, she was abruptly immobilized and fell, hard, to the ground. Instinctively she tried to stand, but it became obvious that her legs were bound tightly by an expertly thrown bola.

Her heart was throbbing in her ears. She could hardly see or think straight as all optimism of escape left her. Still struggling, yet she knew she wouldn't get away. The men surrounded her and came in for the kill.

But then she heard something she had never heard an Urodat say: "Bring it back to camp. I want this spy alive."

With large, burly hands she was lifted by her arms. Her constant struggle met with complete resistance. One of the larger ones smiled and rubbed his hands in a strange powder and, while grabbing the back of her hair, started smearing it into her face. She went to bite his hand in defiance, but as soon as she inhaled the mysterious substance her limbs and body went limp. She could still feel and hear, and was otherwise aware of her surroundings, but she could not move.

Now completely at the mercy of her captors she became quite terrified. Never had she felt so vulnerable.

The soldiers bounds her wrists together behind her back, and after removing the bola, bound her legs together as well. One carried her by the legs under his arm while the two holding her arms followed him. The comments they made while walking her back to camp were quite disturbing:

"You gotta admit, she's pretty good lookin' fer a Kunat," one said as he fondled one of her breasts through her armor.

"Don't call it a 'she'," another snapped.

"What else do ya call it? Should I ask it fer it's name?"

"Maybe they are technically female, but it can't be considered a woman," added a third, thoughtfully.

"It can barely be considered a person."

I'd hate to see the kind of relationships these guys have back at home, Kyna thought to herself.

The conversation continued, but with little development. Some men were fascinated with poking and prodding at her body, while others seemed content to just do their job.

"I wonder what it's like to fuck it?" One finally said aloud while rubbing a hand between her legs and against her crotch. He smiled and looked at her. She could feel every dirty movement, but could not struggle from it.

"It's kinda small, you'd probably kill it," another chimed in.

His features almost brightened. "Ah, I would like that."

"The General wants it alive, restrain yourself."

As a general rule, Urodat were much taller and more muscular than Kunat, but Kyna highly doubted that intercourse between the two would result in death. Either way, she hoped the avenue would not be explored any further.